Bits and Pieces

The Flower

One perfect seed, 

A rosy drop of life, 

Planted in the shadows, 

Away from pain and strife. 

Water from the drainpipes, 

Gone from the sunlight, 

Left to grow in darkness 

Like the depths of night. 

Soon, the rosy drop of life 

Grows into a flower, 

All scarlet red and gloomy, 

But stands tall and does not cower. 

Just because she's different

Than all the other ones

Doesn't mean she cannot thrive,

And shine like tiny suns. 

And so she may be left 

In the shadows of regret, 

The flower can inspire 

Long after the sun has set.